This is a song about "Fly with my friend on the sky feel cash gold"

Cause you're most likely to crash

40 on my face, getting cash

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

With sicker syllables that go so high and touch the fucking sky

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

The gold on the fame sucks, i feel i’m growing estranged,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Not making cash, but when people feel it’s the best,

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Gold on my dentals, fucking mental devil rebel

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Your words are tight, not gonna lie, so fly they touch the sky,

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Up above, in the sky, might never know, we dont fly,